Original subtitles

Ah, welcome, Mr. Director.

Don't look so sad. Your happy marriage is worth 10,000 SEK, eh?

-But the letters, then? -Yes, we did agree on that.

-These are falsifications! -Go on, take the next train home.

-The likes of you ought to be... -Get going!

-You'll have my cheque tomorrow. -Thanks. Do you want a lift?

-No, I'll take the train. -Your 10,000.

A present for you. The letters. I recommend you burn them.

Thank you...so very much.

Well, Hillman, you certainly manage your private clients neatly.

One left in the blackmailing gang: Katia Sundin, The Red Mannequin.

-Missing from work for two days. -Yeah, good-looking!

Miss East End two years ago. But passes as Miss West End, too.

-An ambitious girl! -Speciality: inside information.

Deliver her all in one piece, and you'll get a cheque from me, too!

-'Bye, then. -'Bye.

-Freddy...the gun. -The gun?

-Yes, the gun. -Oh, the gun...

-John... That c-car I mentioned... -Which one?

A quality used car that your friend Freddy could t-tail people with.

Take that redheaded model Katia Sundin, for instance...

-Take her! -You can't hunt her on a s-scooter!

-"Hop on the back, luv", eh? -Use your charm!

-I don't need a flash car like yours. -Come on, there'll be no-

-"case of the mannequin in red"! -That's what you think!

MANNEQUIN IN RED

English subtitles: Barbara Westin ripz0red by krank for CG

Wake up! We're there.

-I had such a nice dream... -The redheaded model?

No, the c-car. It was only 3,000. You said, "You've earned it..."

-"Here..." -The keys. Put it in the garage.

But John... j-just a small c-car...

Kaisa!

Kaisa! Is coffee ready?

-I think she's buying fresh rolls. -What?!

She's out buying f-fresh rolls...

Rolls!

Hi, dear. I'm meeting a woman at La Femme fashion house at elght.

Don't worry, I won't buy any model gowns!! Sleep tight!! Kiss!!

"Sleep tight. Kiss!"

-Eight? She's been out all night?! -"La Femme", wasn't that where...

...the Red Mannequin Katia Sundin worked? Come on, Freddy...

Right, Mrs. Hillman. You model for us and keep an eye on the models.

-Your being a private eye is secret. -Of course.

That should be all right. And you've done modelling?

-Yes. -Let me take a look at you.

Goodness, what's that?

Another dummy?! It's the builders. They think they can force me-

-into a topping-out party! - All set, Miss Lindell?

One moment, Miss Lennberg...

All set, Miss Lennberg.

-Good morning. -Good morning, Miss Lennberg!

Miss Svensson...you manage the perfume counter, don't you?

-Do you want to keep your job? -Yes, Miss Lennberg.

Then don't wear pink lipstick with orange nail polish!

Miss Annette, did you choose that awful belt yourself?

-Yes... Miss Lindell suggested it. -That does surprise me.

Change it immediately.

Miss Morell, show me the proposed run for the show.

If you're thinking of a fancy dress parade, you're mistaken!

-Kaisa?! -Pretend not to know me!

May I remind you that La Femme is no fashion house for anybodies!

Refined and exclusive must be our motto at all times!

Annette! Don't forget the belt!

I'll explain later.

-This is it. "La Femm-é! -"la fam", meaning "woman".

-Look! It's ridiculous. -But they charge twice the price.

-Looks like mum's scarecrow. -Weren't you enough?!

John...it's moving!

A knife in the back!

-John! What do you want? -The police. I found a corpse.

-It's a dummy! There's the police. -Already? Intuition, or what?

-Police. Where's the corpus delicti? -The main stairway, up to the attic.

-Hey, the corpse is in the window! -What?!

Katia Sundin, the Red Mannequin, murdered!

I guessed as much.

Not necessarily anyone in the company. She had many clients.

Find out where she lived.

Well, Hillman, you delivered her fast, but hardly all in one piece.

-Time of death? -Some time last night.

God knows when she'd been found if she hadn't toppled over.

-The next window-dressing. -That was the idea, of course.

-What's your business there, Kaisa? -They employed me as a model!

A model?!

-Nothing else? -I keep an eye on the collection.

Always nice to hear of the wife's assignments. Nothing for me?

No. Perhaps Sune has another dishy girl for you to "deliver".

Why not? Ask Kaisa to dinner at Vellingehus-

-and check out the singer. -Who is it?

Gabrielle von Hook. Niece of the fashion house owner.

More typical a clerk can't be found Oscar Svensson

Discreet, punctual, a flat in town Oscar Svensson

A quiet life for forty-five years, without tears

not the slightest intermezzo but one dark August night, so hot

Oscar Svensson grabbed is hat and went out to see what's what

Oscar Svensson, do take care, you go too far for a breath of air

Among gangsters in an alley Oscar Svensson

met a girl, selling lily of the valley Oscar Svensson

fell for her, kissed her brow A ruffian pulled the girl away now

Oscar Svensson attacked the fella with his neatly furled umbrella

but the other had a knife, three sharp stabs took his life

Oscar Svensson did not take care

The wet street turned him cold Oscar Svensson

From far below, Satan called Oscar Svensson

In the shadows, quiet has come One single drum

beats out despair. A blind man touches Oscar Svensson's hand

without knowing. Is destiny wand'ring round like a lost entity?

Oscar Svensson, didn't take care went too far for a breath of air!

-Örgren sure has taste. -She, too, apparently!

Cheers, Kaisa, dear.

Fun seeing you in action. Blonde, pretty, the men clamouring.

You're not so bad yourself!

Your aunt was worse than ever today. You should have heard!

-Here's to the bitch's early demise! -Here's to you, heiress!

-Can't she be tidily killed off? -It ought to be possible.

Don't spread it around, whatever you do!

-No ugly thoughts in one so sweet. -Wanna bet?

-Good evening, Mrs. Hillman! -Good evening, Miss Morell.

Mrs. Hillman is our new model at La Femme.

As successor to Katia Sundin, the Red Mannequin?

The Dead Mannequin.

-Not for the major's wife, I think... -Really, Miss Lindell?

-I trust you find a suitable gown... -Miss Lindell is such a help.

I'm happy to hear it.

Miss Morell, did you call the police?

Can't we give the builders their topping-out party, and avoid this?

I've made my decision!

Are you free now, aunt? It's almost been an hour.

No, you'll have to wait.

Exactly what I've been looking for. Is it very expensive, Miss Lindell?

-I'll deduct your usual discount. -In that case I'll take it.

-When will it be ready? -Shall we say Friday?

Good morning to you.

He's a hunk! A diplomat, and all. And his little moustache, it tickles!

-Men is all you think of! -Who's the guy waiting for Thyra?

-Oh, Bobbie. I wouldn't mind him... -Yeah, he inherits half of all this!

Give over!

-Remember our agreement, Bobbie. -Sure...

Birgitta, you're the only one I care about.

-But you forget me all the time. -I do?

-That stupid letter, I want it back. -Yes, you'll get it.

The old bag has me waiting ages. Just because I'm her foster son...!

I'll speak to her, you won't have to wait much longer.

Come in!

Excuse me... Can I help you?

-A new girl in the stables! -I'm replacing the murdered girl.

Katia Sundin...

Did you know her?

Everyone knew Katia... Priciest cocktail girl in town.

Can you think why she was murdered?

Don't you read the papers? It was blackmail.

Some poor bastard who...

-Bobbie, your mother's free now. -"Mother"!

We've always said "aunt" before.

-He's odd... Miss Lennberg's son? -Foster son. And her an old maid...

Poor chap.

What notion's got into you now? Never!

40,000! Am I to invest a fortune so you get called Auto Sales Director?

I don't care for titles! But I could really get somewhere. Motors...

Motors! "Get somewhere!" I spent a lot on your keep and schooling-

-just so you could one day... -Be what you wanted!

Not good enough? Head of all this, customers from high society...

-That was to be your future... -I'm not into fashion!

-I'd never have been able to... -Never wanted to, you mean.

It's the will that's lacking. Backbone, character!

You have the hands of a navvy. And live in half derelict cottage!

-My foster son! -Exactly. Not your son.

Not even your adopted son. Forever dependent on your whim.

"Do this, Bobbie", "Do that". Never asking what I wanted.

-That's quite enough! Leave now. -I was about to walk out!

I can walk. Sit and rot in your wheelchair, foster mother.

-Sit, hate and brood. You old maid. -Out of here, boy!

And out of my will, too!

Bobbie...

-Hi, Bobbie. Long time no see. -I avoid you von Hook siblings.

Congratulations. You don't have to share with me now.

What do you mean?

It'd be no surprise if something happened to aunt Thyra one day.

Strange goings-on. Last year...

You know...

-Imagine you calling in! -Just to mark aunt's name-day.

We're taking her to lunch. I only wish you had time for me some day.

-Have you asked, Richard? -Last Saturday...

-Birgitta, is my Patou ready? -Yes, want to see?

I hope the alterations are right now.

Not until Monday? He's my lawyer, ask him to ring as soon as possible.

I want to change my will.

Good morning, aunt. Congratulations on your name-day.

Thank you. What do your flowers cost me today?

You're not in the hands of loan sharks again, Richard?

-Aunt dear, Gabrielle and I just... -Is Gabrielle here? How lovely.

-Ask Miss von Hook to come in. -Yes, Miss Lennberg.

-Is everything set for the show? -Yes, aunt. I've arranged it all.

With an assistant palace steward in the family, one expects...

-Guess who! -My dear girl!

-Happy name-day, auntie, dear. -You're so sweet to your old aunt!

That new Patou really suits you. What a joy to see you in my gowns.

-But can I afford it? -Shame if I can't dress you, dear!

I'd like your opinion on a new model. - Miss Lindell!

Time to give up singing, Gabrielle. You'll be taking over here one day.

Miss Lindell! Are you there?

Coming, Miss Lennberg.

Take the one from the window.

-I wouldn't take treatment like that. -A real Cinderella.

-And who's Prince Charming? -I'm not sure.

Richard von Hook's been here a lot. Gabrielle's brother...

-How does it look? -Fine. If it weren't back to front.

Oh, no!

-The fall accentuates the cut... -And a good figure!

I didn't ask for your opinion! - Well, Gabrielle?

Sorry, but I think it's awful. Clumsy, actually.

Clumsy? A model follows the fabric.

Nonsense! This is how it ought to be!

You have a point, Gabrielle. - Think it over, Miss Lindell.

Don't think you were right. Birgitta Lindell has true flair.

But she is a subordinate, and must be kept in her place.

Aunt, Catherine the Great spoke of Russia that way!

Like a needle in a haystack! Katia Sundin had dozens of "clients".

Exactly, most of them carefully recorded. All prominent persons.

-I'll be...! Where did you get this? -A little bird, you know...

-The murder weapon. Any prints? -No, only yours...

-Antique, eh? -17th Century.

-Can I borrow it? -To slaughter your Christmas pig?!

But I'll give you a picture.

Remember! No climbing on the statues.

Steward von Hook? One moment, I'll fetch him.

-What's in here? -Weapons...

-Great! -Children!

-To the Royal Collections! -Oh, no...

-He'll be here shortly. -Thanks.

Good afternoon, captain Hillman. I believe we've met before...

I saw you from behind. The School Challenge, 100 yards. You won.

-Ah, yes. You were second. -1.58.02, if I remember rightly.

Time flies. So, what is it you want?

To ask about a tragic acquaintance, Katia Sundin, The Red Mannequin.

-What was your business with her? -What do you mean?

I happen to know you're in her "business file".

I can't understand why. I saw her sometimes at aunt's fashion house.

-But what's this "business file"? -Her list of blackmail victims.

-A mistake, obviously. -I see. One other thing...

-Do you recognize this? -Of course. Stolen in Germany-

-during The Thirty Years' War. -Last seen in Katia Sundin's back.

-Not missing from your collection? -I get your point-

-but I'm afraid I can't help you. -What a pity.

Ah, well... See you sometime.

Thank you, Magnusson... Mrs. Hillman, I'd like to talk a bit.

Please bring your husband. Nine this evening, at my house.

Oh, thank you. Goodbye.

Violets! So we live up to your new career. A top model with a fan club.

Silly! Watch it, you'll be a sweater guy! You've a foot in the door.

Now what do you mean?!

I've done so much for John and Kaisa, they can't refuse any more.

-It's just gotta be a car now. -Some old jalopy that never starts!

-Well, a d-dirty carburettor... -No, you're all talk, Freddy!

Like last summer, we were to meet in Stockholm. Where were you?

-But we're m-meeting now! -'Cos I met Kaisa at La Femme!

-I never f-forgot you! Stone dead. -What was that?!

-You Kaisa, me John. Makes what? -No Mummies & Daddies, thanks!

No! You Kaisa, me John. That makes Freddy's P.I. Agency!

We could be f-famous!

How d'ya do it, honey? Hop on the b-back, then!

-This is where she lives. -Right.

-When was she paralysed? -3-4 years ago. It's psychological.

A car crash. She drove then.

-Who is it? -It's us, the Hillmans.

Welcome! Sorry you had to wait, but I'm on my own at the moment.

Good evening, captain. Please hang your coats in there.

If you take the stairs up, I'll follow in the lift.

-This dagger must be old. -It's 17th century.

Hardly unique, there are four of them.

Really? Do you know who has the others?

Oh, yes. They're heirlooms on mother's side.

Gabrielle has one, Richard one-

-and Bobbie has the fourth. My foster son, you know.

This is it, then. A long life of enthusiastic collecting.

-I live here with all my things. -It's a whole museum!

-You don't find it lonely? -No, I'm quite comfortable.

I usually have my Miss Magnusson. She's out for a while-

-urgently called away to a sick relative, poor thing.

Do sit down. Let's have a cup of tea.

I've already had mine, but I'll keep you company with a second cup!

I feel a little dizzy. I took a powder for my headache...not a good idea.

-Where was I, captain Hillman? -You said you felt frightened.

Frightened? Not for my own sake. I have a gun, and can handle it.

-Someone wants to harm my firm. -What do you mean?

They want to cause a scandal. Captain Hillman, please find out-

-who put the corpse in the window-

-and who's hanging dummies on the roof.

-Here's a cheque for expenses. -Thank you. I'll account for it.

-But I'd like to ask a few questions. -Go ahead, captain Hillman.

Katia Sundin... What do you know about her?

Well...only that she was employed as an extra model.

She had an excellent figure.

Ssch, Ra!

Who's there?

Is it the Hillmans?

My gun!

Where's my gun?!

Hallo? Hallo?!

Puss, puss! Where's pussy?! Ra! Ra! Ra!

"Well-known f-fashion director killed in fire on Svartsjölandet."

"Police suspect f-foul play." I guessed as much.

-Most definitely arson. -The fire brigade was out-

-on a false alarm, the housekeeper lured away so Thyra was alone.

-The telephone wires were cut. -With no lift, she hadn't a chance.

She was more or less cremated! Never seen anything so heinous.

-Looking for anything special? -The remains of a knife and a gun.

-Have you something to tell me? -Well... Ah, the head of the family!

-Who did this? -That's what we have to find out.

-Any link with the model murder? -Possibly.

-You don't think it was me?! -We don't think anything.

I wasn't totally honest last we met. That knife...

The murder weapon, I kept quiet out of consideration to the family-

-but I have an identical knife. So do Bobbie and Gabrielle.

And Thyra had the fourth one.

-So you know that, then? -At least, she had it before the fire.

I want to look smart in mourning! That dress is so drab.

-Gabrielle, please... -No! Can't you at least...

God! It's her cat!

I thought I'd seen a ghost!

Lunch from 2 to 3 is fine... - Annette, a customer...

-Kaisa, can I see you in my office? -Of course. - Excuse me...

May I help you?

Yes, show me a mourning crape.

Kaisa, I hope you'll stay with us, despite Miss Lennberg's death.

I believe you had a special task, keeping an eye on the models, eh?

-True... -It smacks of Paris! But no harm in-

-keeping your eyes open. And we're so busy with the show now.

You'll go ahead with it anyway?

I think Miss Lennberg would have wished it. It was her pet idea.

How long do I have to wait?

Well, well! Have you sat yourself in the director's chair, Birgitta?

-Someone has to keep it all going. -So dutiful of you!

Move, please. I need money. Where's the cheque book?

-No money till the estate's settled. -Rubbish. Get the cheque book out.

It's not rubbish. That's how it is. Your tone is hardly suitable today.

Miss Lindell, I'll use any tone I fancy around here!

La Femme...

Gabrielle von Hook...

-Two plus two make five... -No, two and two make four!

Or three... One in Katia Sundin's back, so the murderer has none...

John! This is a real b-bargain. "MG Sport '51, as new."

-Not now! -"A quality purchase"-

-"from Bobbie Norddal Used Cars." -Bobbie Norddal? Let me see!

-We must take a look! Right away. -Great! I can always count on you.

Better count on knives...

Oh, she's a b-beaut!

John... John!

-What is it? -He's not moving. He's dead.

He's just asleep! - Hey, you there!

Yes, boss! I'm hard at it...

Relax, it's not the boss. But we'd like to see him.

About the MG Sport over there.

The boss isn't here today. He's at his cottage.

-Just as long as the c-car's here... -Is it far to the cottage?

No, not far. I'll draw you a little map. Come to the office...

Hey John! What about the MG?

John! I think we can forget this one!

Anyone home?

Mr. Norddal?

-Who are you? -You advertised an MG Sport.

-I haven't got it out here. -I see. Pity.

-Handsome knife you have here. -What's it to you? Are you a cop?

You're getting warm! Where were you the night of the fire?

The night of the fire? Standing watching! No, I was here.

-Alone? -Yes! Enough questions. Get out!

-Well? What do you think he'll get? -Life. If it's him.

Life?

Just another quick look...

-Must you work overtime? -Sorry, Gabrielle, it's necessary.

-Who's the boss? You or me? -I don't need reminding, thanks!

-Still offended? -I didn't like your lying.

Lying?

It feels awful. I told the police you were home all night, as you said.

-But I wasn't. So what? -"So what"?!

-Gabrielle, we're starting again. -Fine, Herbert. I'm coming.

I'll pick you up about one.

-This is how I envisaged it... -It's better like this, Mrs. Falk.

-Oh, yes, a much cleaner line... -See what Miss von Hook says.

Her as director? Saints preserve us!

-How late will it be? I have a date. -With a moustache?

-No, even better. With a goatee! -Well, look who's here!

-Birgitta! A word... -Bobbie... Of course.

He looked up tight.

It all seems like a bad joke...

Birgitta, I'm in a hell of a fix. The police are after me.

-You're imagining things! -They think I wasn't at the cottage.

-But you were. -How do I prove it?!

Come in.

-You rang. -Take that wheelchair out, please.

-Would you like this? -Throw it away. A plain-clothes-

-detective came to the cottage. Asking questions and snooping.

Birgitta, didn't the papers say the arsonist got away in Thyra's car?

-Yes... Why? -Come and have a look.

-That's it! And someone's in it! -Come on!

You there!

-Honestly. Thyra's car's outside. -Good work. I'll call Örgren.

And another thing, Bobbie Norddal arrived just before.

And here comes Miss Morell, too.

Is anyone here?

What are you doing in here?

Oh, so it's only you, Miss Lindell. I've just moved that wheelchair.

-But why park the car there? -Murderers often try to confuse us.

-Anything from the autopsy? -More like a chemical analysis!

-No, we'll get nothing there. -The knife I saw on the wall, then?

Not a trace. Your theory seems right.

Stolen by the murderer to replace the one left in Katia Sundin's back.

By the way, I brought along these three, like you asked.

-Richard's, Gabrielle's, Bobbie's. -Good. Straight to forensics.

Now let's hear how sweetly our little canary can sing.

Send Miss von Hook in.

-Shall I leave? -No, stay here.

-What is this? Am I under arrest? -No, of course not, Miss von Hook.

-Do you know captain Hillman? -We've met.

He's our fire investigator. Do sit down.

How's your memory now, then? Clearer about the night of the fire?

As I said, I left the restaurant at 10 with Charlie, we went to his place.

-But his surname and address... -All the in-crowd know Charlie.

The crowd we've spoken to have never heard of him.

Does Miss von Hook make a habit of going home with strange men?

I told you, it was a party. Loads of people.

But you can't name one of them.

Go to a do like that yourself, see how many you know the day after.

Some dull party that'd be, with you there!

May I go now?

Goodbye, Miss von Hook.

Hi there, dullard.

-And Bobbie, then? No alibi at all? -Sure. At least the night of the fire.

-Wasn't he alone at the cottage? -Yes, but a woman rang about 11 -

-and he answered. 60 miles from the fire!

-And Richard? -At home, asleep. "Innocently".

Or so he says.

-I said that horse looked stiff. -That's no reason for coming last!

Perhaps I can change your luck. I have a hot tip.

-Which horse? -Just trust me.

-15:55. Suspect still at home. -Must we waste all Sunday here?

Patience! Any minute, the m-m...

-The murderer? Gabrielle? Idiotic. -It was your idea.

I only said that... Look, here she comes!

-Who? Where? -There!

-What do we do now? -P.I. Freddy's speciality: tailing.

I tail her, you tail me. 10 yards apart. Tally ho!

10 yards!

Thanks for the tip, Birgitta. 420 kronor for 10 isn't bad!

-And no joint tax return! -This calls for dinner. At Berns?

-Love to. But I must pop in at work. -Not even Sundays free?

-I must give Gabrielle her currency. -Is she going abroad?

To Spain for a month. Oh, is that the time! I must skip this last race.

-'Bye. See you at Berns. -We'll tag along, eh John? Now.

Watch where you're going! She disappeared through that door.

-La Femme's back door. -What?! F-fishy! What's she up to?

Come on...

Is that you?

Relax. Leave it to P.I. F-Freddy.

-There's no lock I can't p-pick. -But do we really dare?

Quiet!

-Try the little one... -Don't bother me!

-That is, we have b-business here. -And what might that be?

I work at La Femme...we were passing...and thought we might...

-Young lovers! -Exactly...

-Go to the park. Just as secluded. -Sure thing. Tally ho!

Let's go the fairground. I want to have fun!

L-listen, once she's in the bag, you tighten the noose.

-One of P.I. Freddy's essentials! -You and your murders!

-What did you want at La Femme? -To shoot the night watchman!

S-silly!

Here, you! Move along.

-Look! It's Richard! -Richard? So it is!

Richard!

Here you are at last. I thought you weren't coming, I was just leaving.

-What? Have you waited for me? -Half an hour. I got your message.

-My message? -To meet here. Wasn't that right?

I know nothing about it. Someone played you a trick.

-Strange sense of humour. -Hi, Richard. Anything wrong?

I got a message to meet Birgitta here, but she knows nothing of it.

-I came to meet Gabrielle. -Look. The birds, so raucous.

-They've hung up another dummy. -Why? They got their topping-out.

It ought to act as a scarecrow.

Kaisa, that's no dummy...

Gabrielle!

"The body was found by criminal expert John Hillman"-

-"assisting the police in the La Femme murder cases."

With your picture, too? Oh, just the corpse.

Shall I read it or not? - Freddy, here's something for you !!

Am I mentioned? "His loyal employee Freddy S-Sjöström..."

Not quite. "The police are very interested in a mysterious couple-

-observed at the scene, surprised by a watchman at a rear entrance-

-probably leaving their heinous deed." Read it for yourself...

Give it here...

"A gentleman who saw the couple later, decidedly c-claims-

-they said they'd taken a strangled woman in a bag to La Femme."

"The blonde then said..." the blonde?!

"The blonde said it was a pity she hadn't shot the night watchman.

The words P.I. Freddy were also mentioned-

-a valuable clue for the police." -Great advertising for P.I. Freddy!

-Kaisa and I had no such help! -Just disappear a while, Freddy.

Being a crime expert and all, John, and us being b-buddies, like-

-can't you call Örgren and explain? -Too late. That'll be homicide now!

-Eh, Kaisa? -I'll get it... See you!

Please! Say I'm not in. D-discretion, you know.

Just till the c-coast's clear...

-Good morning, Mrs. Hillman. -Good morning, John's in there.

Sonja? It's m-m-me. D-dye your hair b-black!

Black? Are you mad?

Well, now I've w-warned you. It's y-your only chance.

Me? I'm r-running off into the w-w-woods, just so you know.

-Okay, Katia was blackmailing me. -For what?

A bill of exchange at university. I signed with Thyra's name.

-The lovely Katia ferried it out? -I gave The Red Mannequin 5,000.

The bill was long since redeemed, but I didn't want a scandal.

-But don't think I stabbed her! -I don't think anything yet.

Thanks.

Remember, Gabrielle was my sister. I'd try checking on Peter Morell.

-How does she fit in? -The police seek a mystery couple.

The mystery couple... They're as good as caught.

-The corpse hung in the attic? -We have more in the cellar-

-but we charge an entrance fee. -The cellar...?

-Great PR! Plus handsome cops! -Without moustaches! Get lost!

"Blackout: black hair in 2 minutes."

-Excuse me, where's the cellar? -15 floors down. That way...

Thank you, Miss Lindell, I'll not disturb you any longer.

-Kaisa, do you see that chair? -Yes, didn't you have it removed?

Three or four times. Somebody's playing "Return of Miss Lennberg".

-Who might that be? -No idea. I seem to have an enemy.

-Someone's jealous of you? -Or worse.

I think the murderer thinks I know something, and I'm next on the list.

But I won't have it!

I have this... Miss Lennberg's gun. If she'd had it with her that night...

So it was here she'd left it?

-Can you handle it? -I learnt a lot where I came from.

-Before I fled here. -Fled? You're not Swedish?

Yes... It was Paris, the occupation. My family was "eliminated".

Then I joined the resistance. I was 16.

I learnt something else there... Never to be afraid.

But these three murders...

And not knowing who it is, only that they give no warning. Who?!

Bobbie? No, he was at his cottage. You spoke to him on the phone.

-Kaisa, I only said that... -You mean you lied to the police?

What was I to do? He was upset, begged for help. And it wasn't him.

He was so very fond of his stepmother.

-What shall I do, Kaisa? -Call the police.

Bobbie's, Gabrielle's, Richard's, the murder weapon. Eeny, meeny...

Your charming friend at the races has just blown Norddal's alibi.

Women shouldn't think with their heart in a murder investigation!

-Are the knives ready? -All set. Call the old girl in.

-Show Miss Elsa Magnusson in. -Yes, sir.

A knife in the back, a house in flames, a rope round the neck.

Surely it's the same murderer...

-But what's at the bottom of it? -Thyra Lennberg's estate.

-A will that was never altered. -A third each to the three of them.

And now Richard gets his sister's share, too.

-But where does Katia Sundin fit in? -She found out, and was silenced.

Sounds likely. - Come in!

Good day, Miss Magnusson. This is Inspector Örgren.

-The housekeeper of 20 years? -22 to be precise.

You see the four knives here...

Can you say which was Miss Lennberg's? Don't touch...

-That one! -How can you tell?

There's a scratch from when I opened a can 10 or 12 years ago.

And there's a stone missing on the back of the handle.

-Quite right, Miss Magnusson. -Yes, definitely.

-Johan Robert Norddal? -Yes. What of it?

You're under arrest, on suspicion of the La Femme murders.

-What the hell for?! -Better ask inspector Örgren that.

-That'll be fun! I'll move the car... -Stop!

La Femme suspect on the run Police road blocks

Bo Jonsson Grip is considered to be the first owner of the manor.

The manor-house itself was built in the early 17th century. You bet!

The archway was fashioned by master mason Henrik Blume-

-and is considered one of the manor's finest treasures. You bet!

-It's that fashion rehearsal soon. -I have time for just this one group.

You'll have to beat your record!

And this is the manor-house itself. You bet!

-Poor Bobbie. Hunted and unhappy. -You think too well of him, darling.

-He's a murderer. Relentless. -I'm seldom afraid, but I am now.

Someone tried to break in on me last night. Think if it was him!

-Why should he harm you? -I turned him in, really. The alibi...

-Flowers for you, sir. -Thank you.

Great, another ice-cream!

-Flowers? From a secret admirer? -More like the housewives' league.

Let's see what's on the card... "Closer with every breath..."

"To the moment of death."

-No name. -The same as you gave your aunt.

Yes, I see that. Someone has a very macabre sense of humour.

Birgitta, let's forget this. Nothing can happen to you here.

Here I c-come!

How do you like it? John really is g-generous, eh?!

What?!

-He's generous, I said. -You deserve it.

Just hear that engine p-purr... I'll fix the blinker later...

-You and engines! -Too little throttle. Soon remedied.

Just look how easily she s-starts.

A couple more, and she'll be running d-dandy!

-The old lords would approve! -The Antoinette dress, eh? - Sorry!

-Lords or no, you'd better leave. -Too true. See you soon.

-Clogged carburettor, I bet. -Is the car also a museum exhibit?

-When was it captured? 1658? -Kick it, Sonja, like the scooter.

No more kicks for P.I. Freddy! Get lost!

Have you tried petrol? Petrol!

N-not a b-bad idea...

Kaisa, can you do this? I just want to check all's ready in the theatre.

First the rococo girls...

Kaisa... The gun's been stolen.

I put Miss Lennberg's gun in my bag, just in case. It's gone.

-You haven't taken it out at all? -Perhaps I left it at the office.

My imagination playing tricks.

-Peter! What are you doing here? -Taking a look at the paintings.

-I dabble myself, as you know. -Make it quick, we've lots to do!

Birgitta... What do you know about Richard?

-What do you mean? -Think hard.

-Birgitta! -Bobbie! You scared me!

Darling, they're after me, but they'll not catch me.

-You must help me! -I've done all I can.

I need money. I know a place in South America...

What is it? Are you scared of me? Do I have blood on my hands?

-I haven't any money. Let me go! -So you can go to Richard? Say it!

-Don't! -You'll never be free of me!

Tell me you love me.

You can lie, we're on a stage.

The thrilling drama of the man who murdered three-

-and now wants his reward! -Bobbie!

Yes, but admit there's a lot of good in Freddy.

-Needs a kick to start! -Freddy?

-No, the car! -Girls, have you seen Richard?

-He just left. -What's with her?

He does deserve a kick. He likes playing mummies and daddies-

-but if a girl talks of wedding bells, the engine stalls! I give up!

-Have you seen the steward? -He's somewhere in the house.

-Looking for me, Brigitta? -I saw Bobbie!

-But, my sweet... -Honestly! I spoke to him.

-Where? -In the theatre.

The theatre was built around the same time as the one at Gripsholm.

Gustavus III and his court played here many a time.

-Is the theatre in use nowadays? -You bet, all the machinery works.

Numerous theatrical murders have taken place here. - Curtain!

-What is it? -There's someone lying there!

No lying around here, matey!

-What's happened? -Bobbie hasn't...he was desperate.

There's a dead body here.

Shot, it seems.

Let us now pray that our Lord God in his infinite mercy-

-forgives this wretched son of man.

Rest in peace, John Robert Norddal. Amen.

-The murderer himself is slain. -By whom?

-Maybe one of the grieving family. -Why not Peter Morell? No alibi.

-No apparent motive, either. -No m-motive?

'Bye, Bobbie.

-Anything new? -Yes and no.

-On Richard? -Who now gets it all?

No, our steward inspected pictures during the shooting, he says...

-No one heard the shot. -No one h-heard...

-And the news? -A break-in at Norddal's cottage.

-Just reported in. -Perhaps I'll take a look.

Do that, boys. I have some errands in town. 'Bye.

The key to the puzzle is Katia Sundin.

-How and what had she found out? -That secret's buried with Bobbie.

But who stole Birgitta Lindell's gun? That's paramount.

-Freddy! -Yes, John?

-Hardly lock experts! -The window was obviously easier.

Funny break-in, though. They haven't touched the booze.

A usual target in summer cottages. Paintings and other valuables left...

It looks more like they just wanted to turn it upside-down.

-Just for fun, you mean? -Or peace of mind.

Hallo! Is anyone there?! Hallo!!

What are you doing in here?!

-The door must've blown shut. -But there's no wind!

Yes, strange, isn't it?

And now, ladies and gentlemen, a creation truly inspired by rococo.

The shepherdess!

Oh yes, lots of exciting things have happened here.

-Are there really secret passages? -Oh yes, in the walls.

And secret drawers in desks... Look here, for instance.

The large secret drawer, quite easy to find...

But the smaller one's tricky. They kept secret letters here...

And billets d'amour...

It's said that Ulrika Eleonora once... Oh, you're not interested...

Sure! Do 18th century desks often have secret drawers?

-Yes, it was all the fashion. -You gave me a fine idea!

-For what? -Operation "Quick trip"! Goodbye.

G-goodbye.

I've no time to help you now. - Annette, lend a hand.

-Where's the bridal gown? -In your room.

Success, Birgitta! When I went on in this, the prince blew me a kiss!

What's that? Someone begrudges you Richard and the inheritance.

Excuse me, a message from your husband, he had to leave suddenly.

-Thank you. -I don't like that man.

-He's either stupid or wily. -You're on soon, Birgitta!

Help me here, Kaisa.

And now the Grand Finale, as always, a dream in white-

-the most timeless of all, the bridal gown!

Modelled by La Femme herself, Birgitta Lindell.

I'll skip the end. Lend me your car, I must be off!

-Sure. The key's in my coat pocket. -Thanks!

Dear friends, I won't dwell on the tragedies that made me sole owner-

-of La Femme. Thank you for all your hard work. Ignorant as I am-

-I shall not try to run the business. I leave that to my bride.

A toast to Birgitta!

-What is it you're after? -I think we'll find Bobbie's will.

Will?

-Thanks. -He had nothing, Richard got it all.

There are different types of wills...

-What is it, John? -A bloody letter the thief missed.

What does it say? What does it say?!

-It's not p-possible! -Oh, yes.

This letter silenced Katia Sundin and got the murderer murdered.

What are you doing here, Mrs. Hillman? Why follow me here?

-Why do you lock folk in chapels? -I don't know what you mean.

If you want to buy anything, hurry up, I'm closing now.

-How long have you had that cat? -That's none of your business.

Perhaps we'll meet again... Goodbye.

I'll call you. Good night.

Good night.

Miss Lindell...

Miss Lindell!!

Miss Lindell?

Miss Lindell... Miss Lindell!!

Who's here?

Who is it?!

Afraid of the dead, Miss Lindell?

Yet you see I'm alive. The family tomb will have to wait.

Or perhaps I just left it. Only the dead can testify against you.

Thank you for the sleeping draft, so I wouldn't feel the flames.

So thoughtful. And perhaps easier for Bobbie to murder aunt Thyra.

Perhaps I wasn't burnt to a cinder. Was it the mummy the police found?

The ash and bones of a 3,000 year old Egyptian princess!

That was Thyra Lennberg's corpse. I fled, in fear, to my only friend.

I listened to reports and waited. Who wished me so ill?

Was it Bobbie, or Richard, or Gabrielle?

-But it was you! -It was Bobbie!

He was merely your tool. A clever plan.

Get rid of me and Gabrielle, leaving the directorship open-

-and marry the heir Bobbie who doted on you.

But Richard came along. A better catch for a girl on her way up!

-You have no proof! -You killed Bobbie, my son.

With my gun, stolen that night you put a sleeping draft in my tea.

So what? Prove it!

No proof is needed!

It's the time of reckoning, Miss Lindell.

You can't get any further! You can't reach me.

I could kill you, too...

Yes, I can walk. I learnt that in the fire!

The paralysis was psychological, nothing more.

Do you feel the terror, Miss Lindell? The terror of dying?

I'm sorry, but I'm in a hurry. The Hillmans are onto my secret.

You're mad!

No, not mad. I'm seeing that justice is done!

Miss Lennberg! Don't do anything you'll regret! We have all the proof!

Dead...

Is that the police?